She comes every Sunday, is served by the same waiter,
for years.
What can I get you?
*looks up smiling as he pulls a nickel from her ear and tousles her hair*
A cup of orange juice with a side of barely-contained excitement!
time passes
You’ve grown so much! What can I bring you?
*go on, you can answer*
A glass of chocolate milk, but don’t forget the self-consciousness.
time passes
Get Logophobic’s stories in your inbox
Join Medium for free to get updates from this writer.
You look so grown-up! Your usual today?
*sighs, rolls eyes, looks past him out the window*
Did I say something wrong? Do you need to see the menu?
*eyes narrow*
A glass of water and for god’s sake just bring the check immediately.
time passes
Good morning, my name is Mark and I’ll be your server. Can I bring you something to drink?
*looks around for the other server*
Are you looking for him? He’s sick today. He should be back next week.
Oh, ok. I’ll have a cup of coffee. Two slices of mild disappointment, but hold the admission of regret, please.
time passes
I always knew you’d bring your little girl in here! What’ll it be today?
*nervously licks her lips*
Look, I’m sorry about bef…
What? I don’t hear so well. Do I know you? What can I bring you to drink?
*little girl hides behind her; woman flinches as if struck*
Oh, I’m sorry, you’re right. She’ll have a stack of pancakes with the lack of connection.
I’ll
I’ll
I’m not really hungry, I’ll just have a bowl of undiluted heartbreak.
